Personal Narrative: A Dog's Life

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

I had to get over the death of my dog he was the only thing i felt close to and when he went adios it was game over for me. Eventually i got over it but he still has a place in my heart. A few years later i got my lab lucy and i hadn’t felt that connection with any other dog than with my first dog. That was awesome to be able to feel that connection again. My first dog was a chubby chihuahua, he died from a spider bite and then he died and then i cried for a whole week. I then got over that and had to go to school I didn’t want my ma to leave so i cried till the teacher yanked me out of her arms, that was fun. My ma would get mad at me because i wouldn’t eat broccoli she would then say “look ice cream” but cover my eyes and put broccoli

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

My father took Shelby to the Humane Society around five o’clock and she passed away about twenty minutes after. He informed me that even the veterinarian cried during her death. I arrived home around nine that night and me, my father, and my mother dug a grave for Shelby in our backyard. It was a long and grueling hour in the chilly January night. We carried my dog’s flaccid body from my father’s car to the grave outside. Each of us said a few words in memory of Shelby and broached joyful memories until we fell in

“To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation.” This has been one of the most influential books I have ever read. Not only that but this book taught me a lot of things. It showed me that there is a countless number of people out there who feel a deep connection and affection for their dogs. I’ve loved animals since I was little but no more than a handful of times have I’ve seen other people with such a deep passion for animals and specifically dogs. It taught me that you can grieve for the death of a dog the same way you grieve for the death of a loved one, because essentially, they are the same being. This book showed me that you can talk and write about anything even if you consider it the “unsayable”,

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

In 2010 both of my dogs, Daisy and Cody died in December. My family and I were mournful about our two dog’s death ,so we decided to get a puppy. Our family looked on a website to find puppies and we found a lot of dogs we liked. My mother liked a two year old dog named Chester ,but I liked a three year old Pug named Scooter. Finally, my family found a Saint Bernard named Ollie that we absolutely fell in love with.

They might seek to understand death in familiar terms, asking where the dog has gone or when he will be back. Helping a young child grapple with loss can mean providing a literal explanation. Children can more easily accept their pet’s absence if they understand that their pet’s body stopped working correctly, or that doctors could not fix the problem.

My mom and I then began to search harder than we had before. The next day we found a very adorable dog. On the website they did not have much information about the dog named #199. We found him on Saturday. The shelter was closed on Saturday, and Sunday, so my mom emailed them our application. The only information on the website was that they thought he was a collie/whippet mix, male, playful, and they think that he is about ten months old. On Monday we had not seen or heard a reply yet and my mom and I were becoming very anxious. So on Wednesday my mom called the shelter to ask if they got our application. We kept on our search for our new furry friend and contacted the shelter anxiously awaiting to see what will happen next.

When walking into Pattons Coon club you always see the old timers group up talking about how good the old times used to be in competition coonhunting and how the younger generation is going to start ruining it. Well, at that time I was frustrated how rude the older timers were talking bad about my generation, so I went to them to describe how nothing has changed the last fifty years out of the rulebook. Four handlers with dogs competing in a night hunt. When dogs are turned loose barking, a handler needs to inform the Judge that his dog is opening on trial. Commits his dog to that track. It is called striking the dog. A dog must be struck on or before its third bark, or it will be scratched. Considered a fault, babbling is when a dog barks

I remember it like it was yesterday; it was three days after my seventh birthday. I was sitting in my new room pouting because we had moved into a new home away from the home I have known for most of my life. I was upset because we were now on the other side of town away from all my friends, and on top of that we moved into a neighborhood with no kids in sight. I was watching Tv when I heard a knock on the door and I said, “Come in”.

A lot of you I have met on the dog run, but I have not been in a while so most of you don’t know me. My girlfriend Emma and I are the owners of Jules the Siberian Husky. First off, I’d just like to apologize for not being able to make the meeting. I have been ill lately and our company is moving offices so I have worked quite a bit lately.

I have always seeked to broaden my mind weather it thought learning new skills or meeting new people. One skill that I have learned over the years is how to care for dogs and other animals. My family started our own dog kennel when I was three years old, my family loves and cares for dogs 24/7. This is why I choose my pseudonym striving dog, to show how I look to better myself all the time and how dogs have had a huge influence in my life.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly

Audrey loves swimming. To swim every day is her desire.She spends every day in the pool, and she later comes home and takes a shower. However, Audrey didn’t come home after her last day at the pool.